Like this:

Do you like wine? I love a big bold red. And I love to swirl it on my tongue. If you ever see me sip one, you’ll probably notice it.

I view this as savoring a fine red. And that’s nothing I am in a hurry to finish. I am busy. You are consumed. I love sharing thoughts with you. Your responses are delicious. Please do not mistake this as me wanting to be pen pals. That’s not my goal. This is all about timing. And soon, I am quite confident we will hit our physical stride. I’m also confident in the end result. We will fuck and love each other comprehensively.

I know it.

L.

L.,

Well, then, my personal Master Sommelier, we shall enjoy your bold reds, and my oaky cabs with hint of tannins, and the leggy reds of fall, together. Oh, I have a love of wines, alright. And I’m in need of a man who loves to swirl them on his tongue and then find my mouth and take a sip of me. You are a what is known as a good pour, Sir, and this going to be known as a good year. Friend, lover, taker, giver…now we really must schedule a tasting.

Hear me laughing with you….Raise your glass, L.

Cheers! Moi.

Ret,

You

Are

Fucking

Amazing

And You

Will be

With

Me.

Now.

Connecting on so many levels; mind, body and now bottle…

Yours, L.

She remembers the swirling, his tongue, the tasting….Delicious is right.

Like this:

I hope you do not see this because you are out having a good time… who are you looking at across the bar?

Stop looking. Go and say something.

Better…walk to her, put your hand on the small of her back and lean in, just a bit, inhale, let your chest rise, take in her scent, close your eyes briefly, turn away slightly, and then give her a nod and a grin, raise your glass and walk away…

Never mind…that’s my move…

It may not work for men.

She remembers when he used to watch from across the room, waiting for someone to make his move.